teddwardlupin

[teddwardlupin]

#quotes #teddy inspo #muse inspo #muse #c: actual golden retriever

[teddwardlupin]

Right, there went his evening topside up. Teddy knew better than try to stall a Potter on a rampage. Instead he stood out of range of whatever path Albus insisted on trekking, off to the side and safe. He scratched lightly at Aris' head, the cut underlining his jaw stinging when the owl brushed against it. Come to think of it, because we all know Teddy won't, he really should've been wearing more layers whilst acting as a perch. Aris barely had to adjust his grip and his shoulder was on fire and yeah, not the cleverest thing he could have done but ah well.

By the end of Albus's fanatic - spiel? That perhaps an unkind way to describe his sibling's agitation - rambling, Teddy had his mouth and jaw cupped in the palm of one hand and that arm's elbow cupped by his other hand. His eyes worriedly tracked him from the table, armchair, back to the door, one cycle and the next, over and over. Aris' head swiveled as if it was the world's most interesting set. "Right, okay." He understood perhaps half of all that he said. But that was never a new sensation - Albus, from his earliest days, was hell of a kid. Way more intelligent than Teddy ever could have dreamed of being, way much more in almost every aspect. Typically, he was proud of him like he was proud of all the good in all of his hodgepodge family. Maybe a little more so because he played favourites. But this afternoon? All overshadowed by worry - did James and him fight, again? Did he finally lash out? How devastating would it be, when this kid unreleased all that? - and the pacing, while it apparently helped Albus, was doing nothing good for his nerves.

"Okay, right," he repeated then gave up, hands now folded over the back of his head. "Whatever it is, it couldn't have that terrible. You're not capable of being awful, Al, it just isn't you. So take a breath alright? I'll help you." He never needed to know what was being asked of him - any request, he'd fall to and that made him a shit of a pushover but it was just not in his nature to be able to deny Albus, of all people, anything. "Relax, everything'll be fine. What happened?"

I’ll take you for my brother in arms

It hardly took a minute for Teddy to open the door, but that moment alone was enough to undo Al’s nerves completely. Wringing his hands, eyes unseeing the door and the space around him yet focusing on every little detail, he was just about to turn around and make a run for it when his, well, his brother really, made himself known. His monster owl was perched on his shoulder, seemingly upset by the disruption to their evening– fine, maybe he had knocked a bit too loudly, but with the number of animals living in there? One would think the bird would have gotten used to a little ruckus.

The student tried to smile during his teacher-and-family-member’s rambling, as he was wont to do whenever Teddy was around because the guy was nothing short of adorable and good-natured, a disposition the Slytherin more than needed in his direct space at the moment. Sadly his meagre acting skills weren’t enough and he was promptly dragged inside, ditching all attempt to look upbeat. Not that he had been successful anyway: that first Peeves-infested feast had stuck him with the same facial expression for the whole evening and most of that morning, the break in that uninviting mask only prompted by his influx of emotions.

“I,” he started after he heard the door shut. Finding the big armchair inviting, he walked towards it, but just as his hand had touched the armrest he thought better of it. He was too restless, he needed to walk or his energy would block his throat and he’d never get another word out. “I just,” pacing. Yes, pacing was fine, it was okay. Armchair, closer to the door, near the coffee table, armchair, door, table, rinse and repeat. “I did something bad. Something really, really bad. Also very very good but terribly bad and I don’t know what to do and I should have stopped it but I didn’t want to and now I feel horrible and I just– I don’t know what to do, Ted, please help me?”

#i'll take you for my brothers in arms #albus potter #LOL THIS TOOK 42 YEARS HERE YA GO FINNY #its crap but yolo

[teddwardlupin]

That was it. Teddy really did mean to tuck tail and run, scurry away because Teddy, in his heart of hearts, was a coward afraid of someone who used to be one of his best friends. Why else would he have been so curt? Blanche was safe, back home where she belonged, and her owner had no reason to concern herself with the gauche professor lingering. Merlin he was a mess and being around her? Someone who he grew up with? It burned him with how awkward and clumsy he felt next to her, how ungainly he got like it was back in those early years - no. Teddy needed to escape and Teddy needed to do it now. He mustered another one of those grimaces, those dead smiles that were blink-and-you'll-miss it, and that was it, but Grandma 'Mia did not raise him to be rude. Her voice stalled him. "Oh, no she's alright. I don't mind, I had to speak with Neville anyways. There's an overgrowth of snakeroot that need eating and -" He cut himself off, nevermind the awkward and abrupt ending because the tips of his ears began to burn. She doesn't want to hear about stupid plants, nimrod. Teddy chuckled to cover and buried one of his hands in the back of his hair, just above the nape of his neck. "Right, sorry. I just had business to take care of so it wasn't out of my way is all I meant to say."

Right, yes abscond and share your mistakes with Eep, Edward. Teddy huffed and shook his head at himself. "Right, sorry for disturbing you. I'll just be...." He hitched a thumb over his shoulder, barely finished speaking before he was slowly edging backwards from the room. "Oh, hm? I'm settling just fine." He paused, because wasn't he meant to return the favor? But she was so...stiff. Teddy barely managed to keep himself from cringing to hear her false tone because that was the overtly polite voice he was used to hearing from across the Great Hall. He had stopped and looked at her. Really looked at her, because he never did. Not anymore. He typically turned and fled the moment he got glimpse of her shade of blonde. "Are you? Everything...are you alright? This year started off a little...festively."

Victoire shifted awkwardly on her foot. Everything she did was just awkward, and she hated it because the only person who could bring that out of her was him. And it shouldn’t be that way, right? You shouldn’t be awkward with someone you knew all your life, no matter how your relationship had changed over the years. Carefully scooping Blanche into her arms, the mentor tried her hardest to remain as indifferent as she always was. But it was hard. Godric was it tough, especially when she saw the flash of a grin and heard what sounded far too genuine a response than anything she’d given him over the past few years since they ended their little thing. Well, since she ended it – details, details. It wasn’t fair, and she knew it, to be so cruel, but then again… Lifting her chin, she listened to him, this time somehow managing to look him in the face, though that was only for a few seconds before, again, it was too awkward to hold his glance for very long. At least that smile seemed a little dead. She smiled slightly. “Yeah, they do seem to like each other hm?” she replied quietly, burying her face into the curious cat’s head. Remind me to reprimand you for that later, she thought, and for a moment she thought Blanche could actually read her mind with how she cocked her head to the side. At his next words – er, word – Victoire lifted her head and cleared her throat. “Yes, well, thank you again,” she relied stiffly and quickly. “I’ll try to keep a better eye on her so she doesn’t interrupt your evening again.”

Her jaw clenched, and she set Blanche back down. Am I supposed to ask him how his day was? The thought had dawned on her on what should have been a good time for them to escape each other and yet… “How have you been settling?” Oh Merlin, is that how I usually sound? She cringed at her own voice, because surely that was not how Victoire Weasley sounded when she was genuinely asking a question. He would be able to tell, he would be able to tell she was being a fake, and no one was supposed to be able to tell that. But Grandma Molly would be so disappointed if she didn’t even try to have a normal conversation, right? Or you could have just let him leave and have a decent evening, you twat.

#ch: victoire weasley #victorych01 #fmajorchat #he's concerned #oh merlin he's trying im sorry he's terrible #VIIIIIIIIIICKY

[teddwardlupin]

I am lost. I am confused. I do not know what to feel. My mind is the ever-going ocean, with dark shades of teal. Lacking in light, but a craving to be bright. I want to sob, I want to cry, yet I find myself only looking up at the sky.

glowingpillows (via wordsnquotes)

#quotes #muse #c: actual golden retriever

[teddwardlupin]

It was a rare thing indeed that Teddy frequented his office. It was shoved in the same corridor as the staffroom, all readily and easily accessible on the ground floors. It was airy, brightly lit by the windows which were almost always open during the nicer months, warmed by a fireplace as tall as the professor was, and he had gotten away with replacing much of the stiff wooden furniture with more comfortable sitting and arrangements, most of it familiar donations from Grandma 'Mia. It was clean. Teddy just didn't like it.

At most, he came by to drop off a classes' grading or whatnot but even that was on the odd occasion.

But there he was, feet crossed on the corner of his desk and sprawled halfway out of his chair, when one of his seventh years burst in. At least he knocked, which saved Eep from panicking off of her roost on his chest. "What." Teddy hadn't meant to sound rude, only caught off guard. He set aside the slim volume one of his younger students insisted he read. It was an awesome muggle work, some alternate take on their first World War that pitted creatures against machinery. He closed his eyes as he sat up, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry, yes? What can I help you with?"

Reyes Tordai, as the student introduced himelf as, was faintly familiar but Professor Lupin was not known for any sort of prodigious memory. He just nodded, remaining silent for however long it took for him to speak. The slant of the kid's posture set him on edge. It worried him, the visible nervousness. He didn't want to add to it.

Understanding lit in his eyes and Teddy was smiling kindly by time Reyes finished. "Sit down, are you hungry?" Because of course he was raised food would smooth over most any situation. He withdrew from his drawer a wrapped parcel he had received that morning. "My grandmum likes to send all her grand-kids sweets, I have some assorted biscuits? Cookies!" He corrected himself, proudly recalling some of the American language he's overheard from his other exchange and transfers. “Or we can send for something else from the kitchens?”

I Just Want Your Education

Reyes & Teddy

Despite almost flunking out of Roswell due to skipping classes, Reyes had somehow been able to make the cut for a transfer to Hogwarts. Despite this miracle, he had terms of enrollment while at school. He needed to keep up with his studies, which meant no skipping classes, avoid self-isolation, and participate in all school-wide events, including Quidditch matches. Most of all, he needed to check in with a staff or faculty member once a month. Which Reyes was currently failing at, miserably. 

He thought about going to his house mentor, Abe McKenzie, but after a brief interaction with the man, Reyes decided against it. So, he was becoming desperate. Which lead him to standing outside of Professor Lupin’s office like an absolute idiot. He’d probably spent a good five minutes pacing around, trying to figure out if he wanted to go in. Professor Lupin seemed to be the obvious choice for a confident, considering they shared a unique characteristic. Being the sons of werewolves.

Leaving caution to the wind, he knocked against the wood of his professor’s door, before letting himself in. “Professor Lupin? Uh, Reyes Tordai, Hufflepuff. I’m in your seventh year Care of Magical Creatures?” He introduced himself, before softly closing the door behind him.Reyes took a shaky breath in, unsure of how to start. “Okay, let’s just get this over with. So, I dunno if you know this, but I was pretty much kicked out of Roswell because I didn’t show up to classes for like, a while. So, therefore, I’m here on a trial period. Part of some of my extra rules include checking in with a faulty member every month, so I avoid falling into old habits of mine.” 

Reyes is starting to feel really jittery, because he’s about to tell this guy his biggest secret, ever. Period. “Plus, well, I thought you might be easier to talk to about, er, my unique situation. I don’t really know how to say this, to be honest. I guess, well, my dad is a werewolf.” There, he said it out loud. He was still alive, despite his heart beating twenty miles a minute. “So, the whole skipping classes thing kind of had to do with getting teased for it, among other things.”

#i just want your education #reyes tordai #TEDDY JUST WANTS TO HUG HIM

[teddwardlupin]

He was still gingerly working away at his task to untangle her claws delicately from the fibers of his shirt, so Teddy wasn't even thinking when he looked up to flash a grin at Victoire at her thanks. He hastily looked away, realising his mistake as if doused in the iced waters of the Lake in the middle of January. He retreated the moment her claws were safe, putting a distance desperately needed between the pair. It was the chair. The chair was what Teddy hid behind because he was an adult. Oh merciful Merlin. He flashed a more impersonal smile, the vacant expression of just some colleague acknowledging another. He could do this. "You're welcome." No, he couldn't. Teddy always failed at trying to mimic that icy civility, instead always sounding too genuine. Heart on the blasted cuff in place of any sort of cufflinks. He averted his eyes, looking down and to the right of her rather than directly while fidgeting awkwardly with his sleeve. He only looked up when addressed again, brought out of his head of wondering when he could leave without it seeming like he was running away from something. Because of course he was not. "Don't worry about that, you know how Aurora and her get on so she was just fine. I just didn't - " want you to worry " - want to risk her getting into anything else." Again, that impersonal smile was back and it was hard but that he was good at. "Anyways."

The voice was what caught her. Stiffening in her seat, Victoire glued her gaze to a random spot on the desk before her, her fingers crumpling the magazine she’d tried to occupy herself with. Of all the people in this blasted school, it just had to be you. Her jaw clenched so hard, she felt like her teeth would crack under the force alone. She couldn’t even be happy to see Blanche – who had, like always, wandered off to Godric-knew-where before Victoire was off to her office that very morning. It was always a joy when her petite chou chou came back, but seeing the deliverer was enough to cause a level of distress. Why couldn’t she carry on her life peacefully without these awkward run ins, dammit? Lifting her gaze just to see him place a less than enthused Blanche onto a seat, she nodded briskly. “Yes, thank you. It’s fine,” she blurted out stiffly, “Thank you for bringing Blanche back.” Swiping her tongue over her lips, she slowly rose from her spot to circle the desk and take a hold of her cat before she tried to hop back into Professor Lupin’s arms. Traitor, she mouthed at the cat when she came close enough and the Devon Rex’s bright eyes were on her. “I’m sorry if she bothered you,” left her in an awkwardly civilized tone, keeping her eyes anywhere but on him.

#ch: victoire weasley #victorych01 #lm read this #and said teddy is like #vicky my buddy you are my bestie come hold me #vicky pls

[teddwardlupin]

Damn, damn, double damn. Teddy had to steel himself with a breath. “I’m only here to drop someone off.” Out of all the animals in the castle, there was one he would genuinely say he dreaded and it was the pretty white bundle in the cradle of his arms. He had hoped this would be a painless task - deposit the wayward feline into her mistress’ office, perhaps conjur a bowl of water to tide her over, and be done with it. He hadn’t, of course, anticipated said mistress. But wasn’t that his downfall as always? Braced now from the less than warm welcome, Teddy bucked up and crossed the room to settle the cat down on one of the chairs in front of her desk. He spent longer than he would have liked, gingerly disengaging her claws from the chest of his shirt. “I hadn’t meant to intrude.”

“I’m terribly busy,” instantly came out at the sound of her office door opening. There was an edge of irritation to Victoire’s voice, but it was only because she had managed to get long enough silence to pour herself a glass of elderflower wine and to pull out the latest Witch Weekly for some much needed down time. It may have been early into term, but that didn’t stop some students from wandering into her office for some early guidance, which she was obligated to give. Heels lost somewhere at the corner of the room from when she kicked them off and legs comfortably laying over her desk, the witch flipped aimlessly to the next page of the magazine, taking a slow sip of the drink. The shadow landing over her desk only alerted her that, unfortunately, they did not give up at her first words. Sighing, she set the magazine aside and placed her feet back on the ground. “What can I help you with?” she asked with raised brows, though the tone was dead and completely uninterested.

#fmajorchat #ch: victoire weasley #victorych01 #please deliver my awkward son

[teddwardlupin]

Teddy rolled his eyes skyward, silently offering a prayer to whoever was listening for deliverance from his colleague. Apparently, it was his mum who listened today because as he turned his face back into his papers, he sullenly muttered, "I'll show you a big mouth." Something twinged, hot on the back of his neck because admittedly, that was not the high road he preached be always taken. He cleared his throat, shifting restlessly in his chair. There was a reason why he always fell behind in his markings. "Congratulations, did the thesaurus get stuck when you inhaled it this morning?"

He straightened up because, technically, his opinion was requested and he always enjoyed the opportunity to share what he thought, because he thought a great many things. Especially about his kids. Students. Siblings. He wasn't sure anymore, the difference. "They already make tremendous effort, give your students some credit." Call Teddy defensive but he just happened to care, a lot. "And you already are." He squinted, half ducking his head to look at Abrahm at an angle. "Kinda."

"Is that where that's from? She's one of the kneazles Shaqif required I get licensed for before the end of summer. Her coat is gorgeous." Not to mention, for being a kneazle, she was remarkably docile. Perfect for overly stressed students. He had a well-behaved group set aside just for those therapy sessions. "I mean, she's the big blonde cat thing. Thanks grandpa."

“Your big mouth got the better of your brain as always, Lupie,” he sighed, mocking. If he had had some reservations about constantly picking fights with someone a decade younger than him at first, Teddy’s sharp and instantaneous replies had soon gotten rid of those doubts. “I would have, at the risk of being called pernickety.”

Pouting, his fingers started to tap a beat on the arm of his chair as he kept eyeing the piece of parchment, hoping it’d catch fire, wither away and die. “What, and allow them to not make a tiny bit of effort? No, that’s how they go soft and stop thinking. I won’t be responsible for the death of a million braincells.”  Abrahm looked back up towards Teddy then, brows furrowed in thought. “Which one is Amelia again? Mathilda. Mathilda, my bad. Like the girl with telekinesis in that book,” he rambled as he brought the essay to his face, nose almost touching the parchment. “If you’re from Reykjavik, yes, I suppose.” One quick stroke of a pen later he handed the essay back to its rightful owner, or as close to as it had, grinning. “You youngsters are very cute about spelling.”

#fmajorchat #ch: abrahm atterberry #aach01

[teddwardlupin]

The first day of term always was a breeze. If, you know, you counted breezes by their gale force winds. As much as he enjoyed the fresh air, positively basked in the freedom his subject generally provided, he was bemoaning the fact that he couldn't get by with some sort of seating chart or any other cheat to remembering all the faces to all the names of his new students. Transfers and exchanges were peppered all through out his regulars and of course, there were the firsties. He scratched the space between Aristotle's eyes gingerly in thought, tilting his head back to accommodate the great owl.

He could perhaps get away with randomly pointing for maybe a week. Random demonstrations might help too. Bugger. He didn't have a rotation into the castle's classrooms until around mid-October, when things start to take a turn towards the worst of it. Ah, well, he could always start planning in advance. Might even turn it into a game because he knew how seriously many of his kids took his subject. Give them something to do other than get muddy. Teddy clucked to Aris, cooing to the owl. "You don't fancy I could play 'pass the owl' with you, hmm?" Show the younger years how to properly handle owls, because that was always a risk when muggleborns came into the castle. Teddy adored his creatures down to the sharpest talon, but Merlin's left stocking, some kids just were under prepared for what they were getting into.

The loud banging just about sent him tipping out of his chair and, after screeching into his left ear, a scratch from Aris' flailing on the underside of his chin. "Holy fuck!" Honestly, Teddy was inclined to get pissed at whoever it was banging up to his door like that because it was way past curfew, wasn't it? But then again. He jumped to his feet, grinning wide despite the blooming bruise. Aris was still angry and bitten him for his troubles, which made him hiss but for whatever reason, decided he was remaining attached for the future to his shoulder. "Albus! Hold up, hold up, I'm coming. Don't kick my door down, do you know how many times I have to replace that thing anyways? Think of the hinges."

"Hello Al," he laughed. Aris was much less amused and flapped his wings, smacking Teddy in the face. "Alright, alright, Aris I swear I spoil you." He backed up, holding the door wide. "I missed you too, for the whole eight hours since we last seen each other? Wait." Oh Merlin. Teddy impatiently grabbed the front of Albus' shirt and hauled him into the cabin, the door latching behind him. "I know that face. What happened?"

I’ll take you for my brother in arms

Albus & Teddy

At the time of The Realisation, Albus had been dismayed. More than that, thrown off a horse and he hadn’t even known he was riding, it had been a disorienting few months before summer. Being with Fairfax while aware his feelings didn’t go to him alone, having his boyfriend know this very fact as well, rooming with Scorpius and trying to act like nothing had changed – that much was true, they were still the same persons with the same bond, he had only just realised exactly what that bond was called, at least on his end, and then…

And then there had been summer itself.

Now, never would the teenager try and justify his transgressions, nor plead for his unreasonable decisions to be excused: he felt bad, terrible even, because no matter how much he repeated to himself he wouldn’t have been able to meet up with Fax anyway, had made those plans with Scorpius forever ago anyway, he still couldn’t get rid of the feeling of dirt caking his entire being.

As much as he prefered solving his problems on his own, this he knew nothing about and would probably spend an eternity trying to figure out what those feelings were and where they come from, how to stop them or make them more bearable. He needed someone experienced, someone he could trust not to judge him or repeat his secret to anyone. Someone who wouldn’t be prone to punching him in the face any other day, or whose purity of mind he valued too much to give some details to.

So he went to Teddy.

“Ted, it’s Al,” he spoke through the door after knocking loud enough to be heard. “If you thought you’d get to rest before being assaulted by angsty teenaged Wotters, you were damn wrong, ‘cause here I come.”

#i'll take you for my brothers in arms #albus potter

[teddwardlupin]

I am an incurable romantic. I believe in hope, dreams and decency, love tenderness and kindness. I believe in mankind.

Leonard Nimoy (via thorodinsoh)

#character inspo #teddy inspo #quotes #c: actual golden retriever

[teddwardlupin]

"Ah yes, of course of course! How could that have gotten past me?" Oh Merlin, he poked the kraken with a stick and it was angry. "Would you have requested yourself be more, how do you say in those big words? Scrupulous? Punctilious?" Oh bugger. He grimaced at his slanted writing, the coattail of his wit scrawled across the margins. Teddy hastily covered it by writing directly above the scrawled word 'very'. He tacked on a smile for good measure. No one would be the wiser.  

Studying his mistake from a new angle exposed a crack in his confident deception. Was he missing a letter? Turning his head the opposite way just held the same results. "Just print them, save you and I this headache. I have told you how many of your students I get after one of your exams needing to spend time with Matilda?" Teddy was conceded defeat. He slid the essay across for Ram's judgement. "Is this how this is spelled?"

“Oh, but I would have used much more complicated words had I been talking to myself, Eddie!” The jovial tone accompanying the reply was only half faked: really Abrahm would have stuck out his tongue at his younger colleague, had he not been the incredibly mature adult he was. Someone had to be a role model for the other teacher, right? “You should also know there are very few people in this world who can answer my questions better than, well, me.”

He heaved a sigh, putting the note down on the small table he was sat in front of. Glaring at it down his nose, he stole a glance Teddy’s way: the man wasn’t so troubled with his students. Was Care of Magical Creatures such an easy discipline? “From a student who doesn’t understand the notes I wrote in the margins of their essay. I rewrote all of them with a more legible handwriting, isn’t that enough?”

#fmajorchat #ch: abrahm atterberry #holy bless your tags batman #aach01

[teddwardlupin]

“You know, I’ve always heard it that the first sign of insanity is talking to oneself.” Teddy remarked, hazarding a glance from his own marking at the other occupant of the barren lounge. He was really beginning to wonder were everyone was stashed away at. First couple days of classes and yet not a single soul save himself? He’d change the population sign once he’d gotten conclusive evidence of Abrahm’s existing in the first place, make the place a little less lonesome. “Or it is when you start answering yourself? I can’t be sure but you posing questions makes me worried.” Cue a grin and a hastily ducked head as he bent back over his small pile of scrolls. He’d made Horus a vow to try keeping up with this year. So far, he hadn’t given up and marked everything ‘Acceptable’ so he was counting that was a win win.

“But really, is that another fan letter or a cry for you to pardon one of your student’s poor souls?”

“I don’t know what you can possibly mean by “please be more precise”, I’ve been as precise as a human can be, how much precision is enough precision by your own private standards, tell me?”

#fmajorchat #ch: abrahm atterberry #aach01

[teddwardlupin]

#[a wild james appears] #[he uses tackle] #[ITS SUPER EFFECTIVE] #[THE GOLDEN RETRIEVER IS CONFUSED] #c: actual golden retriever #teddy's mirror

[teddwardlupin]

#words inspo #c: actual golden retriever

[teddwardlupin]

#c: actual golden retriever #teddy's mirror

[teddwardlupin]

"Louis," Teddy leveled a look at his dear pseudo-cousin, a touch exasperation and amusement with a healthy amount of self-humiliation around the corners. "I'm not so lonely that I'll resort to talking to dead animals." Turning back to Aristotle, he cooed, "where would the fun be in that?" The owl, having over come it's attitude problem at least temporarily in face of his bribery, trilled and bowed its head for more scratches. It shifted its weight on his arm, making him wince even though the heavy-duty leather, and its wings fluttered to keep balanced.

He hummed, burying his flinch as another wince from the bird's talons. Teddy had been the one to broach the subject, so he couldn't find it in himself to be upset with Louis' callous response. Nah, just the opposite. He was frustrated at himself for even being more pathetic than he already was - a grown man, who spent his days talking to animals as if they were his actual kids and herding very poorly the real deal, a grown man who apparently couldn't stomach other people bringing up either of his long since deceased parents. He didn't even remember them.

Looking back up, he barely kept the knowing satisfaction from showing too plainly on his face as he took in Louis' shamed expression. "That is something for the two of you to work out, I'm not going to be the middleman for this."

"Good." He was happy to hear that at least, so far, for one of his family the year was going along well enough. He grinned, in the face of Louis's sudden discomfort. "I do hope, you know, that you aren't too preoccupied being awesome to help your cousin out. Come here, why don't you try taking Aristotle? He needs to get readjusted to people."

Extra Credit || Louis & Teddy

“Lovely friends?” Louis asked him, looking around for a second before resorting to just drop his books on the ground; a clean area that was in grass. That should be fine right? “When you say lovely friends do you mean friends from our school or friends in the form of rats that they feed off of?” He thought for a second about the rats that those cats have eaten and shuddered just a bit at the thought of rat bones being in their feces. “Why did I just thought of that.” He mumbled to himself. He shrugged and tapped his fingers on the bottom of the stool casually. “Well you and your mum are metas. I bet if you looked at one of the pictures of her you could shift your face to look like her.”

He jumped just a little once the other mentioned his mother. He chewed on the inside of his cheek and sighed once he also came to remember that his aunt Hermione had a thing about being bullied for her teeth as well. He felt his face turn a slight shade of red in embarrassment and shook his head at his question. “Uh – no. Not really.” He lied and it was quite evident to the other. “Okay, maybe a little, but she is just so…pompous. More than I am and that says a bunch.”

His eyes went straight to the owl, the look of the thing and how big it was, making him feeling a bit weird about being so close to it. It was weird that he thought this, considering he was taking his class. “This year? it’s going – it’s going pretty peachy. Just trying to get things down and trying to be the best and still remain awesome.”

#extra credit #louis weasley

[teddwardlupin]

goes around, comes around {Gemini}

Edward & OPEN

“Mister Rodgers!” Professor Lupin’s voice cracked like a whip over his class and they flinched under the fury in his voice. The student in question froze, his face still twisted up in the mockery that earned him his teacher’s attention. “Fifteen points from Gryffindor.”

“But sir -”

“Add another five to that. Do you want to keep going, Rodgers?” The Gryffindor shook his head, his face twisting up into a scowl. Edward raised his eyebrows, unimpressed with his now sullen pupil. “If you’d like to give me such a cheery desposition, you can keep it up as you clean out the Thestral stalls this Saturday.” Of course, that means the child’s mentor would have to be informed of where he would be spending his Saturday evening for the next couple of hours; Weasley could pitch whatever fit she wanted to, at the news, it wasn’t like he could give a shit one way or another how she behaved.

“Good, now - as I was saying - I expect three feet, by Thursday, of discourse over today’s lesson over the habits of boggarts. Yes I understand that they’re also covered in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Higgins.” Another kid, further in the back of his cluster of student ducked their heads as he steamrolled over their protests. “However, they are also creatures which means we will be studying them next time. Do I make myself clear?” A chorus of agreements, reluctantly given, and he nodded, waving a dismissal to the third years. They scrabbled away as quickly as possible.

Edward turned, the heels of his wellies sucking to the mud, as he trudged back to the hovel he has yet to find the time to convert since taking it over into a more appropriate dwelling.  He barely made it inside, the door clicking behind him to a soft close, before someone rapped against it. He sighed, pulling it open with a bland expression to greet his visitor. “Yes?”

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